From The Night Before Christmas, by Nikolai Gogol, translated by Anna Summers
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"The frost was increasing. Up in the sky it had become so cold that the devil couldn't keep still and hopped from hoof to hoof, blowing on his numb fingers -- understandable behavior in someone who spends his days in front of an enormous fire roasting sinners, just as our housewives roast sausages for Christmas."
From page 14, this edition
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